Alpha Ace and his Undercover Mate

The next day, I woke up feeling determined to talk to Ace. The day before was wonderful, but I had to make today count.

I pulled on comfortable clothes after my shower and let my hair loose, since Ace liked it better that way.

With a pep in my step and a firm hand on my tummy, I made my way towards Ace's office. I knocked two times before pushing my way through, but unfortunately, he wasn't there.

Deciding to wait in there, I sat on his chair around his desk and really took my time to appreciate every detail of his office.

My eyes caught something on his desk, and I reluctantly retrieved the file that was opened. It was a monthly report of a woman's condition. I knew, because it was written in bold at the top of the paper.

MONTHLY REPORT OF JENNA WILSON.

As if right on cue, Ace walked in. He looked slightly surprised by my presence, but he didn't look annoyed or upset.

"You're up early" He said as he gave me my good morning kiss.

"Yea I wanted to see you"

His eyes flickered between me and the file that I was still holding, and I saw a small smile playing on his lips, but it was kinda sad. "I see you've found my mother's file"

eyes popped out of my head as he said that, and I stared at

he didn't just say that. He simply nodded and sat on his desk in front of me. Of course! How didn't I see that? They had a slight resemblance, and they had the same

it might be touchy for him so I didn't want to push it. But of

died, not

here that she's getting better. She's stable and her mind is clear" I tried to sound enthusiastic as I read over the file. He

visits from this mystery best friend that makes her

that. "I'd love to meet

her today. You can

a.m . For some reason

go ahead?

my cheek. "Yea sure, why not? I'll let Ryan take

was so happy, but I felt like I knew his mom all my life. With one last kiss, I met Ryan who was already waiting at the front door. He must be tired of taking me everywhere, but he

a mental note to definitely tell Ace about the mission later

later we arrived at the clinic which was surprisingly small, but incredibly beautiful and cozy. The nurse that greeted us led the way to the visitors' room, and I noticed some other nurses giving me weird looks as they sniffed the air and gazed

then that I remembered that I asked Ace to keep 'us' from his pack until my four months were over. But once we talk later, our mateship can be

sofa. I patiently waited for the nurse to

in the picture, but she looked happy and glowing like an eight year old girl. Her hair was full and dark, not

walk was tall and confident, and she didn't even wear those depressing pale gowns that some of the women wore. She wore a pink lace looking blouse and skinny jeans. If anyone didn't